Blood
Money
Money makes the world
go round… for you just a refrain,
just this morning they
ambushed your cash-van again
The smell of gun fire
permeates the air
petrol and then flames
like the breath in a dragon’s lair
In the prime of your life,
this for you not just a job
they have no feelings
or remorse, just highwaymen that rob
Now I stand at the cash
machine with money in my hand
a sudden sense of dread
at our crime ridden land
Emotion overcomes me,
I want to scream and cry
why, oh why did yet another
one have to die?
© Yolande Matthews
December 2006
